La Casa de Wendy

I called my Spanish partner the other day at the number she gave me earlier this year and reached, "Wendy's House of Pleasure".

I guess I could have written it down wrong, but it's a lot more fun to imagine quiet little "Eve" picking up the phone at the old pleasure house, wearing some sort of German-beer maid costume with braids, listening to me mumble something about a wrong number, shrugging it off, and getting back to her Spanish homework while she waits for the next customer to call for "Wendy."